I've wanted to go home for a while now, [ Rex says, voice a little hoarse, a terribly fondness in him as he looks at her, pressing his hand to the side of her face, thumb skimming past her cheekbone. He just looks at her for a second. Taking her in. She's pale, still. He's still looking at her, inspecting her veins, her sway, and presses one hand over her heart. He breathes her in, then exhales. She's still here with him. Despite everything, she's still here with him. ]

We'll have to fight our way out. And we can't let them do that to you again. Not ever. [ Or to anyone else, he'd usually say. Usually, he'd want to destroy the source. To hell with everyone else. He cares about her. No principles can get in the way of that. ]

Be careful. Please.